Thank You

Any of you who might stumble across my blog and have sent in secrets to PostSecret.com, thank you. You have probably saved me me times than you know.

There have been some secrets posted lately on PostSecret that have just blown me away. I am still working up the courage to send my own because there are some things I need to let go of if I ever want to get better. It's been a long climb back and I'm not who I was before, but I will be. It'll be like Drake and Adam had never existed. I was at that point a few months ago, when I had someone in my life who figuratively slapped my across the face and helped me wake up. Even if I don't anymore, it doesn't mean I won't be okay. I don't mean to imply Drake matters anymore, he doesn't, but the person I was before him and Adam is vastly different who I am now. If you look back at posts from this past summer, there were lots of glimpses of her coming out again. I miss her. But she's ready to go, the girl who just didn't give a fuck. But first, like I said, some things need to be put in the past and I'm ready to do so now.

School is going great. Some of the kids are being obnoxious, but they're sixth graders, what do you expect? There is one kiddo who made me do a double-take the first couple of days however, because he looks like a younger version of someone I used to know. He's taller already than most of the other kids, and he has similar mannerisms and walks the same, talks the same, same face shape. It weirded me out at first because it was like I was talking to the 6th grade version of him.

I'd like to go see JT again. I just wish the Three 6 Mafia has been there, because my favorite song on the whole cd is "Chop Me Up" and my fave part is Juicy J's, so that was the only slight let-down. But the show still kicked ass and I'd be willing to have a million of JT's babies.

I went to dinner with Ben and Tom last night, that was fun. Taylor couldn't be there because of work, so he missed out yet again. We try to do this every couple of weeks but Taylor is always the one who never makes it. Lame.

That's all, time for work, then home to grade some tests. Blah.